Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Locker Room Shower

I stand under the falling water in the Gryffindor locker room. The warmth from the shower was welcomed after playing in the biting cold for over an hour. As a chaser I really shouldn't be complaining, I was moving the whole time, unlike Harry who likes to hover above us all to try and spot the snitch. He must be enjoying the hot water in the stall next to mine.

The light fall of footsteps, exaggerated by the puddles on the floor, approached behind me. I could recognize them anywhere. 

"Here to whine about all the points I scored on you, Riddle," I smirk, leaving my back to him while I rinse out my shampoo.

Mattheo casually leaned against the wall, and I could feel his eyes taking in every bit of me.

"I intend to make you scream for every one of them."

"All a hundred and thirty of them?" I ask. 

He slowly walks up behind me, pulling me into him by the hips, leaning down to reach my ear.

"You have a problem with that?" He whispers. His breath was tickling my neck and his dick was resting against my ass. Shivers went down my spine causing me to physically convulse under his touch.

 A familiar need was growing. His dick was so close, but nowhere near satisfying me.

"Is this a punishment for kicking your ass, or a reward for playing so bloody well?" I ask.

"I'm not happy princess, you humiliated me as a keeper. Now be a good slut and get on your knees."

I tipped my head to the side and found his lips, kissing him with a hunger and need that coursed through my muscles.

Fully turning around, my hands trailed up into his hair, pulling a little. He let out a small moan into the kiss. 

I then spun us around and slammed him into the far wall.

Water from the shower fell down the back of my naked form as I tried to deepen the kiss.

He had different plans.

His hands shot up into my hair, jarring my neck as he pulled at my scalp until it was almost painful. 

I was forced forward onto my tiptoes as my lips were ripped from his so fast I gasped, or maybe it was the pain.

Confused, a little scared, but also somehow turned on, I looked into his dark, lustful eyes.

"I said on your fucking knees slut," he reminded me, eager for my touch.

"I should piss you off more often," I smile. Goading the son of Voldemort in my vulnerable position was stupid but gave me a rush of adrenaline that was addicting. 

Eventually, he loosened his grip. I slowly fall back to flat feet, staring up into his gorgeous eyes. My heartbeat picked up its pace as I stared at him.

This man, doing things to me.

His eyebrow corks, mad I'm not giving him what he wants. 

I lean in, taking my time to kiss him with something different than before, something more sweet.

Slowly I move to his jaw, leaving wet kisses across his evening stubble. Then I worked my way to his neck, sucking a little earning low groans. Faster I kiss his collarbone, moving past his pecs to his defined abs. I licked between them and I defiantly heard his breath hitch. I moved down, almost right above his cock but didn't give him what he wanted.

Instead, I leave more sloppy kisses along his v-line, slowly inching closer to his dick, and he fully moans.

"Fuck," he mutters with pleasure and annoyance. "Now whore."